After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

After an unknown amount of time, until the blood he vomited gradually faded, he took out the freshly picked chrysanthemum from his medicine pouch.

The pale blue petals were still covered with water droplets, and the fragrance was long-lasting and lingering.

"What kind of flower is this? It smells so good."

The two were standing far too close; her calves were resting on his knees. The blood on the man's lips added a touch of allure to his usually gentle features, making him appear more dangerous than he actually was.

Su Ning didn't dare to look anymore and could only hurriedly change the subject.

"This is a chalcedony orchid, which can cure the venom of the green-scaled snake." Song Hengxue did not explain further.

Then, in the next second, he put the flower in his mouth and ate it.

The bitter herbal juice, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, spread across the tip of his tongue. The man remained calm, his gaze fixed on a bluish-purple wound on her fair skin.

He leaned closer, his body carrying the unique fragrance of herbs and plants, brushing against her bare skin. His thin lips parted slightly as he gently applied the chewed herbs to the girl's dark bruises.

This was clearly an extremely ambiguous gesture, but the man's devout and serious expression did not evoke any other romantic feelings in him.

His lips were extremely soft, slightly moist with saliva, like a feather lightly brushing against the skin.

The coolness of the herbs crept up her skin, mingling with the slight tingling pain of the wound, creating a tingling, trembling sensation. "Mmm..." A muffled groan escaped the girl's lips, extremely soft and gentle, making one want to think more.

Her fingers unconsciously tugged at the man's clothes beneath her, but she didn't dare look at him. Her fingers were grabbing wildly, and she accidentally hooked his cascading black hair. Her snow-white hands mixed with his raven-feather-like black hair created an ultimate look of desire.

Song Hengxue paused slightly, and even her breathing became a little erratic.

After the man finished applying the herbs, a cool sensation spread, and the burning pain in her legs was relieved considerably. Su Ning then lowered her fingers.

"Alright." He carefully placed her legs back on the ground, then took a clean strip of cloth and gently wrapped them up, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

Su Ning then dared to turn her head, her pale cheeks flushed with a light blush, even her neck was tinged with pink. Seeing that the bloodstains at the corner of his lips had not yet been wiped away, she whispered, "Young Master Song... thank you."

Song Hengxue smiled faintly, raised her hand to wipe the bloodstains from the corner of her lips with the corner of her sleeve, and said gently, "It was nothing, but in the future, Miss, you must never venture out alone again."

As he spoke, he stood up, tied the medicine pouch, and resumed his former elegant and refined demeanor: "I didn't bring any antidotes with me this time. These jade orchids were just picked; there were only two, and I gave one to you, young lady."

"After we return to the manor, the young lady will need more thorough treatment."

Song Hengxue handed another jade marrow flower from the medicine bag to Su Ning.

Su Ning reached out and took it, her fingertips inadvertently touching his palm. The warmth made her flustered again, and she quickly withdrew her hand, lowering her eyes and softly saying, "Thank you so much, Young Master Song. I will never forget your great kindness."

"It's alright." Song Hengxue looked at her shy appearance, her smile deepening. "It's getting late, let me escort you down the mountain."

With his help, Su Ning slowly got up. Just as she was looking at the rugged mountain path with worry, the man beside her slightly lowered himself down, his broad shoulders straight and his back as handsome as bamboo. "Come on, I'll carry you." His voice was gentle and carried an undeniable sense of reassurance.

The girl seemed a little hesitant, but she couldn't bring herself to say that she was limping down the mountain like this.

The man seemed to sense her embarrassment, but his voice remained gentle as he offered her a way out: "If you don't come up, I'm afraid we'll have to walk until dark, at which point swarms of poisonous insects and snakes will come out of the mountains."

His words were as gentle as a breeze, yet the way he spoke made Su Ning immediately make up her mind.

She gently leaned against his back, her arms encircling his neck. Her fingertips touched the slightly cool fabric of his clothes. Song Hengxue steadily supported her knees, his palms broad and warm. When he got up, his movements were slow and gentle, as if afraid of upsetting her even slightly.

"Young Master Song...am I too heavy?" The girl buried her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled.

Almost all women care about their weight, especially since the two had just been acting so intimately.

"No, Miss Su is very light." The man's voice was melodious, and even with someone on his back, his steps remained light.

Song Hengxue was speaking the truth; in his eyes, Su Ning's weight was no different from carrying a rabbit on his back.

Not to mention that martial artists are naturally strong, Song Hengxue, despite his gentle demeanor and refined appearance, might be mistaken by an ordinary person for a weak and frail young master.

However, anyone who practices martial arts can tell at a glance that his internal energy is solid and that only a master of internal martial arts could achieve this.

There was still a long way to go, so to avoid awkwardness, Su Ning tried to find some topics to talk about.

Su Ning: "Has Young Master Song ever carried anyone else on his back?"

Song Hengxue: "No."

The man's straightforward answer left Su Ning somewhat bewildered. "Young Master Song, you've become the head physician of Hundred Flowers Valley at such a young age. I've noticed that the lovely young lady who accompanied you admires you greatly."

Song Hengxue didn't think much of it and simply answered truthfully, "Hundred Flowers Valley is not the idyllic paradise you imagine. The disciples have to study every day. In the morning, they practice physical training and martial arts, and in the afternoon, they learn about herbs and medicine."

"Linglong, as my junior sister and Master's niece, will only have more coursework than others."

The implication was that although Qi Linglong admired him, she didn't have time to bother him, and besides, Song Hengxue, as the head physician, would only have more things to do than they did.

Su Ning sighed inwardly. No wonder these chosen ones rarely had any romantic scandals. They were exhausted from cultivating every day, how could they have time to talk about love?

The original work misled me.

Su Ning leaned on his shoulder, her wisps of hair brushing against his neck, and asked him some other questions. Her warm breath brushed against his ear, carrying the unique fragrance of a young girl.

Song Hengxue had never been so close to a woman before. Thinking back, the last time she had been so close was when she was in Qingyun, and it was Su Ning.

That time it was a quick encounter, but this time it lasted much longer.

Seeing the faint blush on his earlobes, Su Ning smiled inwardly and smoothly continued, "Young Master Song is about the same age as Brother You, and you have saved me twice already. I will definitely repay you in the future."

"You always call me Young Master Song, but it feels a bit too formal. Can I call you Brother Hengxue like Brother You does?"

Song Hengxue slowed her pace, and after a long while, she heard him say, "If you want to, then call out."

"Brother Hengxue, you're so kind." The girl's voice was soft, carrying an unconscious sense of admiration.

That one call of "Brother Hengxue" stirred a slight ripple in Song Hengxue's usually calm heart.

He then heard her say, "In that case, you shouldn't call me Miss Su anymore. You can call me Su Ning, Su Su, or A Ning, all of those are fine."

Song Hengxue agreed and called softly, "A-Ning."

His voice was as soft as snow, just like him.

Song Hengxue had many titles outside of work, such as Physician Song and Senior Brother Song, but no one had ever called him by such an intimate name.

The wind rustled through the woods, and his broad shoulders shielded her from the chill. His back was strong yet comfortable, and he walked with remarkable steadiness.

Su Ning lay on his back, able to clearly feel his warm body temperature. Her shyness and unease gradually dissipated, leaving only a sense of peace.

He would occasionally slow his pace and ask softly, "Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?" His tone was gentle, but his eyes were always on the road ahead, his back straight, like a mountain you could lean on.

He only realized she had fallen asleep when he turned to look at her, her breathing becoming long and deep.

Song Hengxue moved even more gently, afraid of waking the jade figure behind her.

As the sun gradually sets, the shadows of the trees are stretched long, and birds fly across the sky in the distance, their calls clear and melodious. Twilight, like a light veil, slowly spreads down from the mountaintop, blending the afternoon's hustle and bustle into this gentle, golden twilight.